Page 124 of Playing With Danger

Her wet tits pressed tighter to my back, the hand she had wrapped around my dick slowed, and her other hand cupping my balls rolled.

I was in hell.

She’d edged me to the brink twice.

“This is your warning, baby. Either you finish me off or I’m taking over.”

We were nearing on four months. Four months of nothing but my hand alone in the shower after I got her off. I should’ve stuck to that and seen to her. Now my control was slipping. She needed more time before I took her with more than my mouth and fingers.

“It’s my turn,” she said sweetly and stroked faster.

That was how I’d gotten myself in this position. Sophie joining me in the shower, looking up at me with her pretty fucking eyes, telling me she wanted to give me a hand job.

“It’s about to not be your turn,” I grunted.

Her hand left my balls, grazed over my ass, went between us, and her hips jerked.

Good Christ.

“You playing with your pussy, Sophie?”

She was. I could totally feel what she was doing behind my back. I was seconds away from losing what little control I had left.

“No, I’m playing with your pussy, honey.”

That did it.

I pulled her hand off my dick, turned, grabbed her by the hips, and lifted her. I barely had the presence of mind to slap the faucet off before I carried her to the bed and unceremoniously tossed her on it. She scrambled back when I followed her onto the mattress and closed her legs.

“Open your legs. Spread wide for me.”

“No. I want you on your back.”

That worked for me.

“You wanna ride my face, baby?”

“No. I’m gonna ride you.”

Before I could deny her request she attacked. My heart nearly stopped at her jerky movements, causing her to get the best of me and push me to my back.

“No thinking, Valentine.” She straddled my hips. “Mindless, honey. Make me lose control.”

Christ. My dick wept with excitement. But my gaze dropped to the scars on her abdomen, reminding me I had to let her heal.

“There are six of them,” she drawled. “She tried six times to take me from you.”

My gut churned at the reminder.

Sophie reached between us, fisted my cock, and stroked.

“But she failed.”

My hands went to her hips to stop her, but my Soph was determined and she sank down taking the first few inches.

“Fuck,” I grunted, holding my body absolutely still.

“I’m healed,” she moaned and slid up. “And I need you,” she panted on a downward glide.

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